Ephemerada!

I don't know if you've ever noticed this, but most books these days are just chock full ofwords. It's like, every time you turn a page there's another damn smear of ink, sentenceafter sentence after sentence after. . . well, you get the idea. But when you open one of these pocket-sized composition notebooks (they also comein grids and blanks) from Scout Books of Portland (the Oregon one), your overwhelmedeyes will finally get some peace. The only words here are on the label. Of course once you buy them ($10 for a trio of the compositions, $8 for the others),take them home, get cozy with them, whatever -- you can write or draw or rub anything you want in there. And if the thought of all that ink really gets you down, try a pheasantquill and a small bowl of lemon juice. Or, I don't know, brain rays?